Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1046 - 016 Instigate_2

Chapter 1046: 016 Instigate_2

The young servant lowered his gaze, thinking this was more like the Miss Su he saw every day!

"To answer Miss Su’s question, the master and the madam were summoned to the palace early this morning."

Su Qiuyu secretly rejoiced, it was too good that Princess Anle wasn’t there. Now, even if Xia Zheng went mad and confronted Lin Yuan, no one would be there to stop him.

Thinking this, she walked towards the mansion: "And where is your Young Master?"

The young servant followed closely: "The Young Master has been locked in the ancestral hall by the master."

What?!

Su Qiuyu abruptly stopped, locked in the ancestral hall? Did that mean he was inaccessible?

She was familiar with the Xia Mansion’s ancestral hall. Xia Zheng, who had been disobedient since childhood, was often locked up there. Whenever he was confined to the ancestral hall, he wouldn’t be out for ten days to half a month.

Moreover, according to Xia Yuan’s temper, aside from a designated servant delivering a bowl of rice and a portion of vegetarian dishes at a fixed time each day, no one else was allowed near.

Fortunately, Xia Yuan was not in the mansion today.

With eyes quickly rolling in thought, Su Qiuyu took strides towards the direction of the ancestral hall.

The servant trailed behind, just about to intervene when Yaner glared back at him: "You dare to block my mistress? How many heads do you have? Let me tell you, my mistress will soon become the Second Young Lady. You better weigh how to act yourself!"

Rebuked for no apparent reason, the servant uncomfortably pursed his lips. Ultimately, whether or not she could become the Second Young Lady wasn’t something servants like them could decide. Although he thought so, the servant obediently stood aside. After all, this wasn’t Su Qiuyu’s first visit to Xia Mansion, and one more wouldn’t matter.

Su Qiuyu, intimately familiar with the place, reached the entrance of the ancestral hall and indeed spotted the tightly closed door with an empty food box on the ground, evidently left by the servant who delivered meals to Xia Zheng.

"Brother Zheng, can you hear me?" Su Qiuyu gathered her thoughts, adjusted her emotions, and put on a deeply grieved expression, mournfully calling out.

In the ancestral hall, where Xia Zheng was reclining with legs crossed on a floor covered with thick cushions, he unexpectedly shivered. Though Xia Yuan had explicitly ordered him to kneel and reflect, Dong Qing had already smuggled everything from bedding to food through a doghole. At that moment, Xia Zheng felt even cozier than in his own room.

Casually throwing a peanut into his mouth, Xia Zheng grunted impatiently, "This doorkeeper really needs to be replaced! If he can’t distinguish whether he belongs to the Xia or the Su family, I’ll have to send him to Su Mansion!"

Outside the ancestral hall, Su Qiuyu’s grievous voice clearly entered the hall, causing Xia Zheng to frown in annoyance, roll over, and casually grab a cushion to cover his ears.

Seeing no response from inside the ancestral hall, Su Qiuyu’s eyebrows twisted tightly. Could he really not hear?

Yaner also carefully whispered, "Miss, is Young Master Xia asleep? We’ve been calling for quite a while with no response."

Su Qiuyu looked around; the Xia Mansion’s ancestral hall was not built in the innermost part like others, but rather near the courtyard wall surrounded by tall parasol trees. Even though it was winter and the leaves had fallen, it still gave off an eerie vibe.

Su Qiuyu involuntarily shivered, biting her lip. She didn’t believe Xia Zheng was asleep, nor did she believe he couldn’t hear her. She remembered years ago when Xia Zheng was locked up; she and her second brother had secretly visited him, and Xia Zheng had heard their whispering outside the door. Yet today, despite her loud calls, there had been no response.

Thus, there was only one possibility.

Xia Zheng simply didn’t want to deal with her!

Thinking of this possibility, Su Qiuyu’s heart painfully twitched, strengthening her resolve to estrange the two.

Possibly hurt by her own speculation, this time without feigning, Su Qiuyu’s voice already trembled: "Brother Zheng, whether you can hear me or not, I must tell you this."

She paused, hearing no echo, and continued, "Just now, just now on my carriage ride to Xia Mansion, I saw Lin Yuan. Guess what she was doing? She was walking hand in hand with a man."

Su Qiuyu bit her lip, gazed at the door of the ancestral hall, and choked out in a tone of sympathy and heartfelt sorrow: "Brother Zheng, don’t you believe me? I wish what I saw was false, but, but I really saw it. I saw her letting Dong Qing take a few girls away, then she and that man, oh, I heard her call the man Young Master Ma. I saw them going around the corner, hand in hand, Lin Yuan smiling brighter than flowers."

Su Qiuyu exaggeratedly recounted much more, speaking until even she started to believe her own tale, but for some reason, there was still no sound from inside the ancestral hall.

Yaner whispered in a lowered voice, "Miss, will Young Master Xia believe..."

Before Yaner could finish, Su Qiuyu fiercely glared at her, then licked her somewhat dry lips, standing up: "Brother Zheng, I’ve told you all I saw. I’m not jealous trying to estrange you two; I just can’t bear to see your enthusiasm misplaced. Brother Zheng, if you don’t believe me, go and ask her. But I think even if you ask her, she probably won’t admit it, she’ll definitely bite back claiming I framed her. Forget it, forget it, Brother Zheng. I’ve done and said everything I could, whether you believe me or not, I will still stand by your side."

After one last look at the ancestral hall, Su Qiuyu turned and left.

Inside the ancestral hall, Xia Zheng tightly clutched the cushion, his eyes suddenly wide open, a storm brewing within, instantly changing color.

Young Master Ma? Ma Junying!